Loves' story

So many poems written
So many gifts given
The phases often mingle
Now committed, now single

In and out we fall
Love blinds us all
We roll along a dream
Under life's sinful scheme

Now blissful, now distressed
It revolves in contest
To subdue the others' gain
Triumphs pleasure, now wins pain

A rotation of the sort
That can never abort
The feelings of the brain
For matters so mundane